It would be easy, I suppose, to mistake Brixton Market’s Tiger and Pig with another outpost of the higher-profile Bao group. It’s a huge success story, from streetfood stall to prestigious real estate. I first came across them at KERB South bank in 2014, moving them up The List after hearing from friends just how Read More
I do so love the word smashed’. It’s everywhere, from the roll-my-eyes-whenever-I-hear-it-near ‘avocado’ (is there some edict preventing it being crushed or mashed or bashed or pulverised just the once?) to the sub-moronic ‘bantz’ of hairy-handed dinosaurs and braying City boys. It’s enough to have your eyes rolling so hard you risk the structural integrity of your bony orbits. But it really is the word Read More
It’s easy to fall in love with Anglo. It’s not the palpable enthusiasm of the kitchen team, or the warmth of the welcome and genuine interest in what you think of each course: it’s a heady mix of all three. Mark Jarvis and Jack Cashmore have an impressive track record of experience in fine dining, Read More
And now it’s morning there’s only one place we can go. It’s around the corner in Soho where other broken people go. Let’s go… For ‘broken’, read ‘damp’… Since last summer, not a week has gone by that I haven’t thought of this food. It was a highlight of a visit to KERB at the South Bank Read More
Patty and Bun have three locations in London- W1, Hackney and Liverpool St- and have garnered considerable acclaim, regularly cropping up in ‘London’s Best’ polls. They’ve been on ‘the list’ for a while, so we were fortunate to grab a table after a wait of only a few minutes. Apparently that puts us squarely in Read More
Plenty. That’s what I want from somewhere like this. Bounty. I want a spread which represents in its plenty the fecundity of the oceans. The teeming, glittering shoals, the scuttling, darting crustacea. I want beady eyes and shells and pincers and frankly extravagant numbers of legs and the effort of extracting their meat, and I Read More
This blog is a very simple thing.
I won’t try to sell you any hand lotion, exercise programmes, coffee syrups or Patagonian nose flutes. You won’t find tips on dating, ‘wellness’ or yoga mats.
I write because I love it (and food, as indicated by my increasing girth). Greed happens to be my Deadly Sin of choice, but at least it is never shy of providing me with subject matter.
A simple thing, then: all you get is me wittering on semi-coherently about places I’ve eaten at; hence a ‘restaurant blog’ rather than a ‘food blog’, although there are a few recipes scattered throughout.
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.